- myworldis -

I hate the way you're talking to me and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb comboat boots and the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you're always right, I hate it when you lie.

I hate when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.

I hate when you're not around and the fact that you didn't call.

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you, not even close, not even a bit, not even at all..

2010-09-27 @ 16:07:52 Tthoughts Permalink

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